Savior of Mine

SoM 2: Blues Clue's

I hate the long nights of being shoved up against a wall.

Dereck was not very happy with me being late with his beer. But it's not my fault, I mean it is, but I had the help of Josh, the biggest dick in the world to thank for not letting me go with it. And I knew if I just walked out with it, I would be in even bigger trouble.

So, once I got home, I just placed it in the fridge, even though it was still cold because of the temperature outside. I could very much believe it was below freezing. I had to walk a full two miles just to get home and by the time I got there my shoes were soaked and numb from the puddles and my fingers were beat red.

I tried to make a run for the stairs, but I heard him holler from the office asking where the hell I was. And I can't just walk away 'cause that leads to him getting even louder and eventually coming up to my room and beating the shit out of me.

So, I grabbed one of the beers and walked to the office, knocking on the door.

"Come in." I heard mutter before I opened the door carefully. The moment I stepped in an empty bottle of angry orchard was smashed by the frame right next to my head.

"Damnit girl if you hadn't moved, I would've gotten you now look what you made me do. Wasted a whole damn bottle on you to move out of the way. Bring me that now." He yelled, making me jump a bit but not much. I'm used to this by now.

I walked over and set the bottle down on the table, knowing if I got any closer it would end up with a blow to the head.

You see, Dereck was a retired veteran after he lost his hearing in both ears from a nuke that was fairly too close to him during training one time. He got sent home to me and my mom. He didn't realize how unhappy he was until he had to do special surgery that cost more than the house, we had at the time to get implants for his ears that could have ended up in him going back to the army.

The more fights broke out from him being angry, the more my mom got sick of it. She didn't really care much for me anyway and Dereck was almost a toy she used for sex, and money and anything else that came with the deal. Drugs? More alcohol. Whatever shit she could get her dirty paws on. She was a big-time smoker too.

Dereck has anger issues to begin with. So being stuck at his own house with his clingy girlfriend and a daughter that's not his is bad enough. But when you lost thousands of dollars just to be able to hear again and then your girl calling the relationship off makes his blood boil.

Long story short, mommy make Dereck mad, Dereck hit mommy, mommy gets tired and depressed from not being able to leave the house on account of Dereck being controlling, mommy overdoses one fine evening, and badabing badaboom a year later here we are in a different state with no family, friends, relatives and no money, job or education.

So that's life now. He's stuck with me, and I'm stuck with him. He has a little to no paying job at a lumber mill which I guess takes his mind off not crushing me with a tree or chopping me up in one of the saw tree cutter thingies.

Dereck isn't my dad. My dad died when I was four. Car accident. Which is what made her turn into a druggie and a drinker and a smoker. She still took care of me though, even when we were out on the streets. Sleeping in bags or on cardboard boxes, or the homeless shelters or gas station bathrooms or train stations or on the subway. And we just kept on riding the subway, all night long.

But being 15 now means I can take care of myself. Not that I didn't do that since I was 4. Although my mom took "Care" of me, she didn't at the same time. I would have to remind her I needed to eat or tell her that her next job interview was tomorrow at noon, or that I couldn't go to that daycare anymore because she stopped paying. The list goes on.